These were printed by Jeffrey & Co., who were so impressed with the character of his designs that they decided to make one of their principal exhibits at the International Exhibition in Paris, 1867, the Owen Jones' Pilaster Decoration, and thus prove that English paperstainers were no longer under French influence.

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He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert.I parted my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and around and all over my navel.He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.I caught him staring at my thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning costume! I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail . But you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK? I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep fleshy navel. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I tucked my saree to my waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom.He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.

But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel.I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I had to stretch my hand wide, away from me and part my legs wider too, when I started cleaning the first blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip.That was a very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip.I gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards... Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy.Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and gazed out.